My cousins from one of my aunts, four boys, spent the late 60’s and early 70’s playing various (heroes)-and-(villains) in the woods behind their house with BB guns.
Riding my bike to the parts store and buying .22 ammo so I could shoot.
Buying guns from magazines and having delivered straight to the house.
We had a place in FL. Dad would get a 12 of bud and mom would make a thing of screwdrivers. We rode in the back. No seatbelts. Once I rode half way in the open trailer. Too much wind had to get out.
Helmets are gay.
When I was 15 I got my own place in downtown Savannah. Still finished HS and then went to Georgia (Athens).
Kids today are weak.